Anyways, during my sophomore year in high school, there was a corner that my friends and I would hang around after school to kill some time and wait for my friend's mom to come pick them up. There was nothing too special about that corner, until this one time that I somehow got there earlier than everyone...
On this fateful afternoon, a charming thought came into my head. I thought, 'Hey, it would be pretty cool that when my friends show up, I come speeding down the street and skid to a stop right in front of them!' That would be the best thing ever! And in my mind I saw praises being heaped upon me for such an awesome entrance.
My plan was simple; step one would involve me going down the street a bit and wait for my friends. Step two would involve me going as fast as I could and slam on my brakes right before I got to my friends. Step three? Hear their awe and bask in glory.
So I set my plan in motion. When they showed up, I pedaled towards them as hard and fast as I could to pick up as much speed as humanly possible so the skid could be of legend. But as detailed as my plan was, I forgot one thing; which one of the brakes did what. And I wound up slamming on my front brakes.
What happened next went in super slow motion. I distinctly remember looking over to my friends and seeing their faces of wonder. I then remember myself feeling as if I was being lifted up by celestial forces into the heavens. And when I reached the heavens, I found myself looking down upon them, as if they were ants, and I contemplated to myself, "something is wrong".
When I awoke, I was tangled with my bike and backpack, lying on the ground exactly three feet ahead of where I slammed on the brakes. It took me a moment to realize that I was looking at the sky and that my friends were staring at me. In what had to be the most pathetic attempt at trying to save face and trying to look cool, I quickly unpretzeled myself and started laughing saying, "Dude, I totally planned that!"
No one bought it.
As I was justly being laughed at and laughing at the utter stupidity of what had just happened, my friend's sister screamed bloody murder and said, "Waldo! Look at your arm!" I quickly looked and found nothing to be wrong. It was then that I noticed that blood was dripping off of my pinky. I have a five inch gash on my forearm! It was then my friends decided that I should go home and get that looked at. I say my friends decided that because I was still trying to play to the whole thing off as if I planned it.
Anyways.... I get home and I quickly get to wrapping up the hole on the side of my arm with white gauze. And then I realize, I can't let my mom see this! She'll freak out! I look at the the wad of gauze that is my arm and I think, "she won't notice"
My mom noticed within two seconds after coming home.
On this fateful afternoon, a charming thought came into my head. I thought, 'Hey, it would be pretty cool that when my friends show up, I come speeding down the street and skid to a stop right in front of them!' That would be the best thing ever! And in my mind I saw praises being heaped upon me for such an awesome entrance.
My plan was simple; step one would involve me going down the street a bit and wait for my friends. Step two would involve me going as fast as I could and slam on my brakes right before I got to my friends. Step three? Hear their awe and bask in glory.
So I set my plan in motion. When they showed up, I pedaled towards them as hard and fast as I could to pick up as much speed as humanly possible so the skid could be of legend. But as detailed as my plan was, I forgot one thing; which one of the brakes did what. And I wound up slamming on my front brakes.
What happened next went in super slow motion. I distinctly remember looking over to my friends and seeing their faces of wonder. I then remember myself feeling as if I was being lifted up by celestial forces into the heavens. And when I reached the heavens, I found myself looking down upon them, as if they were ants, and I contemplated to myself, "something is wrong".
When I awoke, I was tangled with my bike and backpack, lying on the ground exactly three feet ahead of where I slammed on the brakes. It took me a moment to realize that I was looking at the sky and that my friends were staring at me. In what had to be the most pathetic attempt at trying to save face and trying to look cool, I quickly unpretzeled myself and started laughing saying, "Dude, I totally planned that!"
No one bought it.
As I was justly being laughed at and laughing at the utter stupidity of what had just happened, my friend's sister screamed bloody murder and said, "Waldo! Look at your arm!" I quickly looked and found nothing to be wrong. It was then that I noticed that blood was dripping off of my pinky. I have a five inch gash on my forearm! It was then my friends decided that I should go home and get that looked at. I say my friends decided that because I was still trying to play to the whole thing off as if I planned it.
Anyways.... I get home and I quickly get to wrapping up the hole on the side of my arm with white gauze. And then I realize, I can't let my mom see this! She'll freak out! I look at the the wad of gauze that is my arm and I think, "she won't notice"
My mom noticed within two seconds after coming home.
